#dyslexia is slowly killing me

[marvelousrants]

So a dc x dp prompt I've been thinking about for a bit.

Danny is a member of the JL and has been for a awhile now, Danny get's sick as one does and Dani or Ellie as some call her is like 'nah man don't worried I'll replace you for a bit no one will notice (note that I see Danny and Dani as closer in physical age and chaos twins) Danny semi delusional from his fever is like sure what can go wrong.

Dani then proceds to gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss her way through being pretending to be Phantom and putting on a cap to cover up her longer hair.

Random JL member: Why are you wearing a cap Phantom? Dani, knows her brother and is a master of sass like him: wouldn't you like to know weather boy?

[pitchsidestories]

Dublin Girls II Katie McCabe x Reader

masterlist I word count: 2250

a/n: we combined two requests here which were Katie McCabe fluff and the Reader having dyslexia. Enjoy ! ❤️

Dublin, 2015

“Katie, your teammates have arrived.”, Fiona, Katie McCabe’s coworker at Nando’s yelled at her. It turned out that her statement was not even necessary as Denise O’Sullivan rushed in to hug her Irish teammate excitedly:”Katie!” “Hey, girls!”, the midfielder beamed as she looked into the faces of the other young female football players. Amused you noticed out loud, being one of her teammates at club and country:” My girl looking like a glaced donut, we really need to get her out of here mates.”

“Wait. I have two minutes left. My boss is going to kill me if he hears I left earlier again.”, your girlfriend quickly replied.  Hopefully Denise glanced at the brunette:” Can we at least get some Nando’s before we go back to our hotel.” “Do we look like the church? Is this a charity restaurant?”, Fiona scoffed. She reacted with a defeated sigh as the older woman noticed all the players were doing puppy eyes on her:” Okay, fine, what do you hungry girls want?” Those girls were one of Fionas soft spot which was an open secret by now even though she pretended to be annoyed by them whenever they came in.  Slowly Katie shook her “Just give them whatever’s left over.” “Hey, she asked us whatever we want.”, Ruesha Littlejohn protested laughing. Unimpressed she stated:“We’re not making fresh food for you at the end of our shift.”

“With alcohol everything tastes delicious anyway. Also, Katie, I need to introduce you to someone later.”, you winked secretive at your girlfriend. “Who? Can’t believe you all had drinks without me.”, the midfielder pouted. Immediately Denise added: “Not much.” “Yeah, sure.”, Katie snorted in disbelief.  With a look on the clock Fiona confirmed:” You can go now Katie.” “Thanks. See you next week.”, she waved at her co-worker before joining her Ireland team.

When they reached their hotel Ruesha closed her eyes, devouring the food she was holding in her hand:” Oh my god, this is so good.” “Only drunk people would say that about cold chips.”, Katie commented chuckling. Eyerolling the blonde told the brunette:“Oh shut up and start drinking!” “I wasn’t offered anything yet.”, Katie pointed out. A cheeky smile was on Denise’s face as she was handing her a beer bottle:”Here.”

Impatiently you guided your girlfriend to the hotel room you two were sharing:“Now let me introduce you to her.” “To whom ?!”, expectantly she was looking around the area, there was no one in sight. “Can’t tell you who because she has not got a name yet.”, you answered, picking up a small kitten who seemed surprisingly comfortable in your arms, as if she knew she was in save hands.

Katies jaw dropped at the little fur ball you were holding and reached out a hand to pet her; “Oh my god. Who are you? What are you doing here?“ “This is a little girl with no home so I thought maybe we could take her with us… I’ll just get more shifts at the coffee shop.“, you explained, having everything planned and calculated already. But Katie just raised her eyebrow at you; “Seriously? You found her and took her with you?“ “No, I asked the hotel manager and he said she was homeless.“, you defended yourself with a laugh. “Poor girl.“, Katie grinned, scratching the kitten behind her eyes. Looking around the hotel room, she added; “Are you trying to keep her in here?“ “Yes, until we go home.“ You pointed over at a blanket and a bunch of hotel towels rolled into a cat bed and a makeshift litter box. “You’re really a lucky kitty.“, Katie laughed, stilling petting the little cat. “She’s.“, you agreed.

A forceful knock on the door and Rueshas voice interrupted you; “Girls, let’s go!“ You sat the cat down while your girlfriend opened the door just wide enough for your teammates face to appear in the gap. “What are you up to, Rue?“, Katie asked excitedly. Ruesha grimaced at her as if Katie said something particularly stupid, so Denise explained; “We’re sneaking out on to the mens pitch!“ You didn’t even have to see your girlfriends face to know that her eyes got big at the thought of the much nicer pitch. “The one with the perfectly cut grass?“, she asked. You grabbed Katies jacket and shoved it into her hands; “Yes. So what are we waiting for?“

“I’m in.“, Katie smiled brightly as you let the door fall close behind you. “Who’s got a ball?“, you asked. Denise held one up with a wink; “I came prepared, don’t worry.“ You gave her a mischievous smile before the four of you snuck out of the back entrance as quietly as possible. The mens training pitch was not far from your hotel but it was locked and surrounded by a fence. One by one, you climbed over it, landing on the soft artificial grass.

The moon was bright enough to light up the field. With a sigh, Katie let herself drop to the ground and felt the grass with her hands; “They are living the life, huh?“ With her arms crossed in front of her chest, Ruesha stated; “I think we should play here. They can have the muddy dirt pitch we usually play on.“ “That sounds like a fair deal.“, you laughed, helping your girlfriend off the ground to finally play some football. Denise shrugged; “But only for us. They’d kick us out immediately if they saw us here.“

As if the blonde knew what was about to come a man shouted at them:” What are you girls doing? Get off the pitch!” “Oh shit.”, you mumbled under your breath. “Hurry, girls!”, Katie cheered her teammates on. With a glance back Ruesha observed cheerfully: “We’re faster.”  “Shit. My ball.”, Denise cursed. Because you knew how much the football meant to her you patted your friend’s shoulder before running back:” Wait, I’ll get your ball.” “No, fuck the ball. We need to go.”, your girlfriend shook her head.

Triumphantly you picked the football up from the grass while walking back to your teammates:” Got the ball!” “Run. He’s coming.”, Ruesha warned you.  The tension got too much for Denise who dramatically turned her back to not see what was happening in front of her: “Oh, no, he’s running faster.” “Come on, you almost made it!”, the brunette clapped her hands for you. Amused Ruesha caught you, so you did not fell over your feet:” We got you.” “Thanks for saving my ball.”, Denise threw a grateful smile at you. With a huge grin on your face, you replied: “You’re welcome.” “That was close though.”, Katie remarked while putting an arm around your hip as you were walking back to your hotel.

London, 2023

It was a grey and rainy autumn day in London when you returned to Katie and yours home, you could not help but to beam at what you were seeing, your cat being asleep on the defender’s upper body, that peaceful moment between them was definitely a little light on such a day: “Katie, what are you watching?”  “Just a video.”, the captain of the Ireland women’s national team tried to wave it off. Still your curiosity was awakened by her reaction, which is why you took her phone to see for yourself:” Wait, someone filmed that moment?”

 “Hey! That’s mine.”, Katie protested. Lovingly you nodded into the direction of your cat:” Look how small the little missus was.” “She literally fits into the palm of your hand when you found her.”, the defender cooed over your little furry roommate. The pet being one of her soft spots since the day she joined your household. Winking you commented:” And now look at her majesty laying here in all her grace and length.” “Acting like she owns the place.”, Katie noticed smiling. “Oh yes.”, you giggled. More serious your girlfriend continued, reminiscing about the time eight years ago: “But I do miss this time.” “Oh, you miss your shifts at Nando’s and not earning enough money with just playing football.”, you teased her. The defender looked up to you: “That’s not what I said.”

You rolled you eyes with a fond smile; “Yeah, I know what you actually mean.” “Our shenanigans?”, Katie replied, making sure that you were both talking about the same thing. “You‘re still doing shenanigans in club and country.”, you interjected, laughing. Now it was your girlfriends turn to roll her eyes; “Yes, but not like that.” But she couldn‘t suppress a smile either. You sat down at the edge of the sofa and tilted your head; “True though.” “Those were some good times.”, Katie reminisced. Softly, you patted her thigh; “Yes, but we also came a long way since then.” Laughing, your girlfriend agreed; “We did.” You let out a shriek as Katie pulled you towards her all of a sudden.

Your cat had abandoned her spot on top of Katie and lazily watched you two from her scratching tree. “Excuse me?”, you protested, your head pressed to your girlfriends chest. Katie let out a laugh and shrugged; “She doesn’t want to snuggle with me anymore, so you have two.” “You‘re such a softie when you’re not receiving yellow cards.”, you remarked while you reluctantly moved to find the most comfortable spot on top of your girlfriend. “Hey!”, she frowned but a smile tugged on the corners of her mouth. You lifted your hands in defense; “Just saying.” Playfully, the brunette narrowed her eyes at you; “I‘ll show you how tough I am.” “Should I be scared?”, you answered, more of a challenge than a question. “Of course you should be.” “I‘m not.”, you stated plainly. “Why not?” “Because you’re not scary, love.” “I‘ll show you how scary I can be on the pitch then.”

You laughed; “Will you score another banger at our next game?” ”Do you want me to?” ”Yes.” Your girlfriend acknowledged your answer with a nod; “I‘ll score one for you.” She winked at you. “How do you make clear that the goal is dedicated to me?”, you wanted to know while thoughtfully drawing small patterns on your girlfriends sweater with your fingertip. Confident, like she was waiting for you to ask that, she suggested; “How about I steal the ball out of the goal and run away with it?” “I like that one.”, you grinned. “As a tribute to our adventures at the national team.”

Your eyes met and you were reminded of the moment on the mens football pitch in Dublin eight years ago. ”Did you know that Denise still owns the ball I saved for her?”, you asked. Your girlfriend grimaced at the sentimentality of it; “Sounds like something Denise would do.” ”It‘s cute!”, you defended her. Katie shook her head; ”We really were some troublemakers. And sometimes we still are.”

At the next Arsenal game, you jumped into the open arms of your girlfriend: “That was a stunning goal, Katie!” “Hope you liked the celebration as well.”, Katie smirked. Excited you nodded: “I did.” “Me too.”, she admitted.

After the match Vivianne wanted to know from both of you:” What was the story behind Katie’s goal celebration?” “Long story, Viv.”, the defender replied nonchalantly. The forward kept pressing:” Will you tell it at your wedding?” “Maybe I’ll.”, your girlfriend answered. Curiously Steph intervened: “Who said wedding?”  “Of course, they’ll get married. They’ve been together forever.”, Beth laughed. Her girlfriend shared her opinion:” Exactly.” “Guys.”, Katie rolled her eyes at your teammates even though they all were very dear to her heart as you knew.  Still giggly Beth shot back: “It’s legal in Ireland.” “I’m aware of that.”, the defender said.

Later in your bed, the cat between the two of you, you turned to look in your girlfriend’s eyes:” Katie, you’re so quiet?” “Hm?” “Are you okay?”, you asked her a bit worried. Quickly she reassured you: “Of course.” “Good, I’m glad our teammates did not scare you.” “Why would they scare me?”, Katie glanced confused at you. Taking a deep breath, you added: “With the wedding talk?”  “Beth and Viv are just so in love.”, the defender scoffed but her love for them shine threw anyway.  Winking you reminded her:” That’s young love, sweetheart.” “Unlike us. Maybe it’s time to get married. I mean I’d love to call you, my wife. It also has some other benefits.” , your girlfriend grinned. Automatically an eyebrow of yours went up: “Like?” “Tax benefits?”, Katie snorted. You fell into that:” And your mum stop asking when we’re getting married?” “Good joke.”, the defender exhaled deeply. You thought out loud: “Oh right, she’d move on from that straight to children.”

“She’s so annoying. I didn’t know I’d be held to the same hetero-normative standards when I came out to her.”, your girlfriend sighed dramatically. Calmly you took her hand in yours: “Honestly, we already have a found family in London. But I’d like to marry you on our own terms.” “I’d like to marry you too.”, Katie said in an honest tone. You began to blush:” But you’ll have to proofread the invitations because you know with my dyslexia.”  “Don’t worry about it. We’ll let them get done somewhere.”, the defender kissed your cheek which turned even more red.

Grateful you thanked her, enjoying the company of her and the cat and the thought to celebrate your upcoming wedding with the friends you made along the way at Arsenal aswell as in the national team.

[sleepyzenpanda]

Wylan’s feelings about his father - Part 1: Denial

I didn’t set out to do a character analysis post when I started taking screenshots of my favorite parts of Crooked Kingdom, but here we are. Once I realized that many of the screenshots I took all revolve around a similar theme this just kind of happened. This will be the first in a series of posts analyzing how Wylan’s views on his father mistreatment of him evolve as events in the story unfold.

TW // this post contains discussions of emotional/psychological abuse and a brief reference to attempted murder of a fictional character. If reading about such topics causes you distress you may wish to skip this post. Please stay safe.

While I’m not a psychologist, I have a B.S. in Sociology and took courses that went in depth about family dynamics, abuse, and explored a bit of the psychology behind how abuse victims view their abusers. I’m basing my analysis on that as well as my personal experience. As person with dyslexia (and other learning disabilities) and who has trauma from a complex relationship with their emotionally abusive father, I relate to Wylan’s character a lot.

Towards the beginning of Crooked Kingdom, even though Wylan’s fathers attempt on his life forced him to go into hiding, which later resulted in him joining the Crows, it’s clear that Wylan is still concerned for his father’s wellbeing as he seems hesitant when Kaz brings up the possibility that his father could be executed. At this point in the story Wylan is shown to have complex feelings about about his father. His feelings seem more akin to hurt rather than anger or hatred.

Despite everything Jan Van Eck has done to him and his friends Wylan is still unable to see his father as evil. At this stage he is still tying to come up with other explanations for his father’s behavior.

When Jesper makes a joke about Wylan’s father Wylan still feels the need to come to his father’s defense stating that his father isn’t evil. Jesper argues that Wylan’s father tried to kill him when he destroyed the boat. He doesn’t even know about the previous attempt to have Wylan killed yet.

Even though this means that his father tried to have him killed twice he’s still unable to admit to himself the truth about his father. Even though logically he can acknowledge what his father has done he’s still unable to process what he’s been through and unable to admit the truth of his fathers abuse to himself as it’s too painful for him to face at the moment.

Wylan’s father’s abuse did a number on his self-esteem. He initially views himself as deserving of his father’s treatment of him due to his dyslexia. He thinks his father’s actions are justified because he can’t read.

This scene stood out to me for several reasons. As I previously mentioned I also have dyslexia. I also remember memorizing stories that were read to me and learning to repeat them to hide that I had trouble reading.

But it also stood out because Wylan is shown reminiscing about good memories with his father. He still longs for the days when his father still treated him with love. His father has lead him to believe that he is defective which makes him unworthy of the love he received from him as a young child.

When you’re a child of abuse, and yes emotional abuse IS abuse, it can be hard to reconcile the good memories of a loving parent with the reality of the parent’s abusive actions. At this point in the story Wylan is not at the point where he can accept that his father’s actions are indeed abuse.

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That’s all for now. I will link the other posts below as they are posted. Due to work and life the analysis is coming along rather slowly, but I do plan on finishing it eventually. Once each part is completed it will be linked below:

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

[wonderland-smile-stories]

~ Chapter 10. 03 ~

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.

I sat against the wall next to the closet door. I wasn't in the mood to be locked in there, but I needed some peace after what just had happened.

Because of the pain I took from the green blob monster, I felt so much better than before. The headache was gone completely now, which made me happy.

I was twirling the bloody bandage from my head in my hands while thinking about everything.

Why would Hyun-su react like this?

What was that guy playing at?

Something must have happened up there.

"Hey." I snapped out of my thoughts when Hyun-su spoke up.

I was actually surprised to see him here, let alone without that guy.

"Hey," I breathe out.

"Where is your new friend?" I asked with an eyebrow raised.

Hyun-su looked behind him before looking down at me.

"Somewhere."

I nodded my head slowly before looking back down at my hands.

For a few seconds, he just stood there looking down at me before speaking up again.

"I wanted to talk to you." My eyes went back to him nodding my head for him to continue.

"They probably have told you that he is just like us, right?"

"They also have told me that he killed his own men."

I watched as Hyun-su clenched his jaw before talking again. Now in a much colder tone.

"He saved me up there."

I narrowed my eyes looking at him waiting for him to continue.

"He told me that monsters and humans can't coexist together and after what had happened earlier with that green slime monster I agreed with him."

A frown came to my face before I shook my head.

"They were scared. You can't blame them for being scared?"

"What if they become scared of you and me in the future? Are you going to let them kill you or me?!" He snapped at me.

I was kind of surprised by him raising his voice.

"They wouldn't and you know that. Just put yourself in their shoes. What would you do if you were completely human in this situation, huh? Wouldn't you be scared too? Scared people do stupid stuff."

Hyun-su let out a groan shaking his head seeing that I wasn't agreeing with him.

For a few seconds, he stood there thinking before kneeling down in front of me.

"Ui-myeong he wants to leave this place to find more like us."

Good for him let him go.

He won't bother us then.

"He asked me if I wanted to come with him. Come with us, with me, away from here."

What?

Away from Green Homes?

I can't just leave here. Ji-su, Eun-yu, Mister Han, Eun-hyuk, and the kids are here? I don't want to leave any of them behind like that.

"Who's going to protect these people if we are gone?"

Hyun-su shook his head.

"They don't need us. We have been their hounds long enough. Let them do their own dirty work."

I opened my mouth to say something but closed it quickly.

I can't understand why Hyun-su turned against the people here. I know they have hurt him in the past, but they all accepted him now.

Not all the people here wanted to use him.

"Hyun-su." I started looking at how he was hopefully waiting for my answer.

"I can't. I can't just leave them like that. They are my friends. For the first time in my life, I have found some people who like me and treat me like I'm a human being."

"But you aren't human neither am I."

I don't know why he wants to leave here.

"Don't you want to be with me?"

I was surprised by those words and what they could mean.

Do I want to leave everyone that I care about and who cares about me to be with Hyun-su?

Do I want to leave my makeshift family I have created here?

I don't want him to leave at all. If I could I would go with him, but there are too many people here who I care about that I don't just want to leave behind like this.

To be honest I don't think Hyun-su wants to leave either.

I think he's just scared.

I know that he cares for the people here as much as I do. It's just that guy Ui-myeong who has planted doubts in his mind.

"No," I whisper with a shaky breath.

"No, if it means that I have to leave the people who care about me behind."

He was taken back for a second, but his shocked expression soon changed to his old emotionless gaze.

Without saying anything he stood up. This was not what I wanted.

"Hyun-su, wait." I stood up grabbing his arm, but he pulled back.

"Don't." He replied coldly.

"Hyun-su please, just listen. I don't know what that guy has told you, but it isn't true!"

He turns around to face me.

"He has shown me the truth about humans." I shook my head.

"No, not everyone is bad! Just like there aren't all bad monsters! Why are you believing this guy over the people here?" I tried to explain to him, but it didn't seem to work.

"The people who used and locked me up here like some animal?!" He yelled at me.

I clenched my jaw taking a deep breath.

"Please, Hyu..."

"Why did I expect you to listen to me? You're just as bad as them. If you had really cared about me you would have told me and everyone else the truth about you being a monster as well, but I guess you were too scared to be used and locked up just as was. You're just like everyone else."

I was too shocked to speak.

How could he say that? He knows that I wanted to! I didn't have a choice.

For a few seconds, he just looked at my heartbroken stare before he turned and walked away. 

The moment he turned the corner tears began to spill on my cheek.

Why was he like this?!

How could he be so cruel?

He knows that I tried every time to help him!

"It's odd that you choose humans over monsters."

My head shot up when I heard an unfamiliar voice.

"It's odd you would think I would choose someone like you over people I care about." I snapped back.

He let out a chuckle before he began to walk towards me.

"So you don't care about Hyun-su? The poor boy looked devastated when he passed me a couple of seconds ago."

My eyes followed his every move not trusting him one bit.

"I do care about him, more than you think, but I won't let someone fill my head with lies."

He let out a loud laugh circling me.

"I didn't tell him one lie. I just opened his eyes so that he would see the real world, why can't you see it? Don't you see that these people are just using you two? They would be dead in seconds if you weren't here."

I let out a scoff shaking my head.

"Trust me I know what the real world is. These people are my family and you don't know one fucking thing about them or me!"

He stopped walking when he was back in front of me. My eyes followed his hand when he grabbed something from his pocket before handing me a red paper.

"Are you sure they see you as their family? Aren't you a little afraid they will sacrifice you the minute they learn they don't need you anymore?"

With frown brows, I look down at the piece of paper before opening it.

My eyes caned the page reading everything carefully. It was a military announcement. They will offer safety and shelter if you offer them a special infectie. Someone like me.

"So are you still so sure about these people?" I look back up at him seeing him smirk at me.

With a clenched jaw, I crumble the piece of paper before pushing it back into his hands.

"Yes, now why don't you just leave? You don't want to be here and we don't want you here. Be smart and go before I'll make you."

Ui-myeong raised his brows with an amused smile on his face.

"Why? Are you scared I'll hurt your so-called friends?" My hands turned into fists seeing how cocky he was.

"You better don't touch anyone here. I'll make sure you regret the moment you step foot in this building. Now be wise and go. Don't take my threat as a bluff." The smile never left his face.

It only grew.

With his hands up like he would surrender himself he took a few steps back.

"Okay, I get it." He was about to turn around when he spoke up a final time.

"Black looks good on you, to be honest." With that, he walked away leaving me behind in anger.

Previous Chapter ~ Next Chapter

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Hey guys! Theirs only 1 chapter left and an epilogue. The next chapter is going to be long! I first wanted to split it in two, but I didn’t really like it, so it’s going to be one long one. I hope you guys enjoy it, bye!

[spookylvst]

𝖥𝖺𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝖨𝗇 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖯𝖺𝗍𝗁

A Short Cult Of The Lamb Fanfic - Takes Place After Narinder's exile

TW - Typical CoTl Violence, mention of scars, grief, angst, arugements

Reader is a cat and pronouns are she/they.

Expect spelling/grammar errors due to my dyslexia

(Y/N) let out a quiet sigh as they watched the sun set on the water's horizon. Their robes waving in the wind, she didn't know why they still bothered to watch the sun set. Perhaps because they couldn't bring themselves to let go of the past. They used to watch the sun set with her siblings at every special occasion such as birthdays and holidays. Yet they now stood alone watching the sun go to rest as the moon's light and shadows began to incase the lands of the old faith for the night. (Y/N) looked at their paws that had been heavily scarred from trying to protect themself from Narinder's rage.

Despite his betrayal they still loved and missed him, he taught her how to lead her cult and be the bishop they are today. They were hurt, sad, angry at themself for not fighting harder to keep Narinder from his exile. Yet at the same time they were extremely angry at Narinder for his actions and leaving them behind with her siblings that slowly fell apart. They closed their eyes as they remembered back on the times when their family fell apart.

(Y/N) watched at Heket yelled at Kallamar for his cowardness they no longer had the energy to try to break the fight up as Heket probably would start an argument with them and bring up Narinder to get at her. However they got tired of listening to them bicker, "Will you two shut up? You fight more often then children." They snapped towards the two, "Cant go a single meeting without hearing you argue with someone Heket."

The frog glared at the cat bishop, "Oh? You finally deciding to speak up? I don't care about what you think, I am your older sister you shouldn't yell at me."

"I don't care if you are older then me, I am tired of you yelling at me for speaking against you. I try so hard to keep this family apart to keep the order in these lands and instead I get yelled at and have everything I do nit-picked by you guys."

Kallamar spoke as Leshy arrived to the temple, "Okay- Okay. Guys please stop arguing we need to not cause stress for Shamura from you guys fighting." After Kallamar was done speaking try to get his siblings to stop fighting Shamura had arrived.

"I apologize for my late arrival, I had gotten caught up with my followers needing something," The spider bishop said calmly.

(Y/N) opened their eyes and sighed sadly, arguments with their siblings didnt affect them that much but since that day Heket had started to compare them to Narinder. They didn't blame Heket's anger as they believe all their siblings still were hurt by Narinder's betrayal. However those words, "You're just as worthless as Narinder!" hurt. Felt like a stab wound right into the heart.

They let a tear fall down their fur, "Dammit, Why- Why did you betray us Narinder. I fear I'm going to be exiled because of your actions now. I keep being compared to you like they're expecting me to betray them as well." They snarled into the wind as if they expected a response from their brother. "I hope I never see you again,," Their voice breaking as they fell to their knees letting out quiet sobs.

"I hate you so much, I hate you for everything you've done to this family. You should of just killed me." They cried out as tears fell onto the grass. They took their crown off their head and held in their paws. Her vision blurry from tears but she could still make out the glow from the marking in the crown. "I'm not fit to be a leader, you knew that didn't you."

They wiped their tears with the sleeve of her robes letting out a shaky sigh as they put their crown back on. They stoop up and looked out at the land she swore to protect. She looked at the sky her mind wandering as she heard faint whispers repeating the words over and over, "You're just as worthless as Narinder!" She began to wonder if she was just like him, a monster that will soon break and hurt those she loved. She shook her head as she watched the son finally disappear, she hadn't slept much at all as she swore to protect the old faith at night after Narinder's betrayal. She walked off into the shadows as she began to walk through the lands to make sure everything was safe.

As her thoughts slowly ate her up as she walked through the realms of her siblings make sure the creatures and citizens slept peacefully and safely. After she had walked through each realm she went back to her realm. Her paws making quiet taps against the stone as she walked up the path to her chambers. They looked around and walked over to where she rested and sat down as she closed her eyes. As her hurt and anger ate her up and filled her heart with anger.

Those she loved all betrayed her and refused to trust her. She opened her eyes and saw her reflection in a shard of glass she had broke one night yet in anger that they had not bothered to pick up. Only then she realized how much she looked like Narinder, perhaps why they refused to trust her. She let out pained sobs after a moment of crying she looked at her paws once again, perhaps her family would be much happier if she was gone. She let out a sigh and decided to lay down and closed her eyes as she let sleep surround her in darkness to escape her pain

[stevienix]

Oh hi Mark Tumblr, This is the artist formerly known as Cinnri Starling! A few things have happened in my life and one last rebrand is in the cards. I was truly happy with that name, but the person I was before Covid and some of my diagnosis, is not the same person I am now. This "transition" is multilayered and while I know im known for it, I'm not apologizing for this one because this whole time I've just been trying to find out who "me" was without other people's molds stuck to my body. I wore a mask for so long, and all it was was a reflection of people I admired in my life. Slowly, however, some of those people would no longer be admired. I would find myself trying to mimic others in an attempt to be "human" and it never worked. I've recently been diagnosed with a few things, but this is what's on my table: -hypothyroidism -gasteoparesis -Fructose Intolerance -C-PTSD -ADHD -Dyslexia -Dyscalculia - Autism I'm working with what i've got, and my husband is a big reason why i'm even still here. He's literally saved my life more times than my own family, but that's because they put me in situations that almost killed me.

All this to say, I'm not the same person I once was, and I'm ok with that now. Finally. So, in respect to that, as an artist I tend to focus on very specific things. My art themes revolved around: birds, stars, elves and fantasy games I love drawing the ladies but will dip my toes in most anything just to see if I can. If you're interested in more: www.thevioletstarling.com for anyone who followed me or found me, and new me by these other names (I swear i'm not hiding, I was finding myself) syranaku/iriariven/fallingstardusk/cinnristarling (that way no one is surprised it's me if they're trying to avoid me <3)

Sincerely, Stevie (Nix)

[dirtytransmasc]

Vance Hopper HC's part 2

part 1 here

he's not quick to trust, but once he does, he shows it by leaving his back towards you, relaxing with his eyes closed, leaving his resources* out around you. that's how he's learned to read trust in animals and his lack of social understanding has lead to some animalistic traits

* he has bad resource guarding, like it's one of the things he is most aggressive about. it's mostly with food and people, but also the pinball machine and a few personal items. he doesn't like people near his room or his body (there are multiple reasons for this, resource guarding is just one of them) he is possessive over the boys and even if he tries not to, he gets snappy when people he doesn't know are around them. (I don't want this interpreted as the type of possessiveness associated with abusive relationships. I honestly don't know if nuerotypical people experience [not limiting or gatekeeping, I've just never met an NT person who understood this feeling] but it's the type of possessiveness you feel when your scared of losing something. it isn't a greed type control thing, it's a fear of abandonment/loss/sudden change type control thing. I only say this cause I see a lot of people trying to HC him as possessive and abusive)

He gets really bad nightmares, most of the time he doesn't even remember them, just wakes up terrified, covered in sweat, sobbing with no recollection of what triggered him.

robin watches his back when he falls asleep or has a shutdown anywhere other than home. it's something that just sorta started happening, but Robin takes his job insanely seriously, making sure he never breaks Vance's trust.

part of the reason he likes pinball so much is because of the sounds

he's super good at math, like he can do that shit in his head, but panics under pressure/time constraints which is why he would normally flunk all of his tests. he also has some memory and time management issues, so homework was always hard to remember. he was never dumb, he wasn't held back because he couldn't do it, he just couldn't do it the way they wanted him to.

he's actually wicked smart, when given the proper accommodations (at home, since y'know it was the 70s, and non disabled people hated us disabled people with a passion) he was genius, and he actually loves reading and writing, loves when the boys give him complex math problems to work through.

I cannot specify how much I think this boy loves to read. it's becoming an all consuming thought. I know he would eat up a pile of books in a month, and he would remember it so vividly, talking to the boys about it non stop until he decided to read it again. When he got tired of that he taught himself how to type so he could write his own. especially if he were to be formally diagnosed with dyslexia, he would do it all out of spite just to prove that even with a learning disability he could be as good as anyone else. he just needs to do it his way at his own pace. (the gifted kid that never got accommodated in me is crying, I just want my boy to be happy)

he hates bugs, but, eventually Griffin will win him over bug by bug. and slowly he has gone from wanting to burn every spider he sees to being spider neutral, a more 'you stay over there and I'll stay over here' type approach. and he won't let people kill them anymore, hell carefully take it out side. and if the other boys aren't looking and Griffin is offering one for him to hold, he'll allow it to crawl on his hand till he physically can't take it anymore and Griffin has to take it back. he's getting there.

he loves honey bees though, Griffin told him how friendly they are when you're friendly and now they're very chill (imagine him just chilling with honey bees, just like holding one, or sitting in a flower field just kinda watching them)

can't really do movies, but will put up with it for a chance to lay on the couch with all the boys.

terrified of the doctor, hates it with a passion, but not even the 'toughs it through any sickness, ops to do what he can at home' way, like he hates being sick, he's not the home surgery type. he just needs someone to hold his hand, and to talk to the doctor for him. also needles of any kind can get fucked.

he doesn't get sick often, but when he does he gets it bad, really really bad. he has to be hospitalized like once or twice a year cause since he gets something it either spreads through his whole body (a throat infection turns into pneumonia, an ear infection, and a sinus infection) or it just hits him like a freight train and lingers (stomach bugs lasting nearly a weak and getting him so dehydrated he's convinced he's dying).

he can cook, his mama taught him well. he has a handwritten copy of her cook book he spent days on.

he is such a Mama's boy, and he specifically calls her mama.

his handwriting shifts between what I call faux cursive (all the letters are connected and kinda curvey and twirly, but it's not cursive) and chicken scratch, depends on the day.

I can't decide if he's a bass or guitar guy, but I know that he has to be at least slightly supervised when he plays because he will play until his fingers are raw. Finney found him with blood all down his arm because he was just having a really bad day. he hates playing with a pick so his fingers are always at the mercy of his strings.

he knows how to play the drums, and they're his second choice.

is a surprisingly good driver, he just gets really bad road rage. he's pretty level on the gas, definitely going above the speed limit but in a safe controlled manner.

definitely becomes more and more of a teenage dirt bag as he gets older, if it weren't for his hair and reputation he would float in the back. any and all party surfing is against his will.

definitely drags kids out of parties they shouldn't be at, telling them they'll thank him later. he's good at reading a party in a second, knowing who is and isn't safe there and immediately getting them out.

he loves to be out in the sun, but doesn't like the heat, so he's a late spring early fall boy. the summer gets too hot sometimes. he hates the cold though, so winters are rough for him.

[dire-kumori]

Some more of my ideas because I'm feeling silly before bed :>

I think Mike does continue mostly killing his younger self but every once in a while he kills Elizabeth too.. Like for one month of Mike killing there's 1 Elizabeth killing.. Every time he does it he tells her as much as he can remember about all the things that she did... He explains circus baby and every horrible murder that he knows she did.. He goes into extreme detail sometimes especially when he's waiting for younger Mike to come and find what he's done to Elizabeth. At this point he knows that he's wrong and he's being just like his dad but "You saw how many people she hurt all those horrible things she did.. All the people she killed as baby, ennard, scrap baby. Just one quick death can't compare to all the horrors that she's committed.." Turns out nearly 50 years of undiagnosed trauma + time travel + accidentally committing a murder and getting to see yourself at the age you committed the murder + Seeing your own sort of murderer walk around like nothing happened. Doesn't end well...

Younger Michael is obviously terrified by this he has some recollection whenever it happens but it's rare. Does everything in his power to protect Elizabeth not wanting her to fall into the hands of the reaper... Elizabeth Usually has vivid dreams about the reaper himself and the things he tells her... She sees the scooping room in every bloodstained detail, The hanging man slightly swaying in the underground wind, Michael's body slowly rotting in as she just acts like herself and his voice screams and bakes for her to stop, The poor innocent people begging the giant wiry monstrosity not to hurt them and their children... Sometimes she can see younger Michael as just Michael but other times she sees the monster that keeps on killing her and the monster that seems to hate himself.. So much but also hates her..

I love giving the babies trauma!! At some point if it's all right i'd love to write a short or one shot about it- Post scoop Michael is really fun to write for always I love it when my boy goes into full Crazy mode! BTW sorry for any speech mistakes I have severe dyslexia and use Speech to type to write!

Things poor Elizabeth deserves: None of this.

Unfortunately between him losing most of his memory of each reset and the infrequency of Liz's murders, it's hard for younger Michael to predict when she'll suddenly become a target. I wonder if she believes this horrible monster who claims to be her brother, or if she believes the Reaper's lost his mind.

Either way, she can't help associating the monster with her brother. It's not like Michael's ever been a nice person, even if he tormented Evan far more than he ever did her. Maybe it's not so hard for her to believe he could grow up to become an evil monster. Maybe he already is one and has something to do with what's going on right now...

She knows this isn't true. The monster killed her brother too, and she remembers him trying to save her in her dreams. And besides, she'd never hurt people like this monster says she would! But that doesn't stop her from connecting the two in her mind. When she begins to instinctively flinch away, shake, and at one point even cries out when Michael comes near, his already fragile heart breaks further. She's more afraid of him now than Evan's ever been, and he begins to wonder if this quiet voice in the back of his mind telling him that he's an irredeemable monster is in fact right.

I would be thrilled to see you write something! Please tag me if you do, I'd love to read it. And no worries, the typos were pretty minimal and it was easy to tell what you meant!

[sesshy380]

Here is the reminder that no one asked for that I have a crackfic series where my longfic characters argue with the author. Also, it's the source of the only 'Holiday' themed work I have on AO3. If you enjoy it, feel free to head on over to AO3 and smash that little red heart ❤️ (and maybe check out the other insanity of this series...)

Title: Talking with Myself...'Kiss Miss' Edition

Summary: ♪ Last Christmas, I gave you my heart. The very next day...I've got a jar of dir-rt! I've got a jar of dir-rt!

(I should note that the summaries to the whole series are pure nonsense)

(also I should note that the red crayon thing is a running gag)

[Yami Bakura sitting in random space, giddily coloring with his red crayon while humming the tune of ‘Jingle Bells’]

Author: Whatcha doin?

[Yami Bakura continues his scribbling without looking up]

Y.Bakura: Letting the fat man know what I want for this ‘Kiss Miss’ thing. I’m all for hot chicks, but I prefer a new knife…and maybe some more red crayons. Seriously, just order a warehouse full next time. I go through a lot.

[Author tries not to laugh]

Author: Noted. So…besides a new knife and crayons, anything else you want? Something maybe someone other than Santa Clause can get for you?

[Yami Bakura lifts his head up and give the Author a dead-pan stare]

Y.Bakura: Hate to break it to ya, but his name is ‘Satan Claws’. No wonder you can’t write anything good. You obviously have that thing where the words are jumbled up.

Author: You mean dyslexia?

Y.Bakura: I’m pretty sure that’s the name of the device you shout at to Google things.

Author: No, that’s Alexa.

Y.Bakura: I guess you can hire someone named Alexa to do that for you…but you gotta make money off your work first. Spoiler alert: You can’t make money with fanfiction. I’m tellin ya, my stuff is Pulitzer material. No copyrights or trademarks, so you can earn all the coin from the publications.

[Author nods her head while still attempting to keep a straight face]

Author: You know what, I’ll just throw some candy in a stocking. I don’t know anyone that would pass up free candy.

[Yami Bakura is visibly confused]

Y.Bakura: But if you are the one putting the candy in the socks…then does that mean there’s no Satan Claws? Who’s gonna make sure all those people die from beatings?

[Author’s turn to be visibly confused]

Author: What???

Y.Bakura: You know…all the people eat a bunch of candy from a sock and end up with the curse of ‘die from beatings’.

Author: You mean diabetes?

Y.Bakura: That’s what I just said. Oh. My. Gods. You’re deaf too?! CAN. YOU. HEAR. ME? I. ONLY. KNOW. ONE. SIGN.

[Yami Bakura proceeds to flip-off Author]

[A tear escapes from the corner of Author’s eye as she still attempts to not fall on the floor in laughter]

Author: Don’t worry. There’s still a ‘Satan Claws’. I was just going to throw some non-cursed candy in your stocking. I’ll leave the cursed stuff for the fat man. You’ll know which is his by all the glitter. And I think I’ll give you your gift early.

[Author hands a copy of the future chapters she’s been working on]

[Yami Bakura quickly glances through them, a smile slowly forming across his face]

Y.Bakura: Murder? I get the opportunity to kill someone?!?!

Author: You’re welcome.

[Yami Bakura jumps up and enthusiastically hugs the Author]

Y.Bakura: It’s a Kiss Miss miracle!

Author: Riiight…by the way, it’s pronounced Christmas.

Y.Bakura: Author, since you were so nice, I’ll ask Satan Claws to give you some writing talent. Maybe some hearing aids too, so you can hear things properly. Maybe that’s your problem? You hear everything wrong so you don’t know how it should be spelled, which in turn makes it so much harder for you to be a good writer.

[Author shakes her head in amusement and walks away]

[Yami Bakura sits back down and starts scribbling on a new sheet of paper]

Dear Satan Claws,

First off, I am a huge fan of your work. Can I ask a favor from one great killer to another? Can you bring Author one of those puppies for disabled people? I’m sure you can find one that can type. Don’t worry if it can’t spell, Author can’t spell either. Spell check does most of the work in that area. It just needs some talent when it comes to writing plots. I’ve tried to help, but Author is just too nice of a person and doesn’t want to steal credit from someone as amazing as me.

Sincerely,

Murder Fluff Thief King Bakura

P.S. I’m all for free candy, but I’m already bound to a cursed object. Can you bring me some non-cursed candy? Author said she would leave me some, but double would be better.

[threeeyesslitthroat]

Critiques on PJO Show, Summarized as succinctly as possible.

Disclaimer: feel free to come at me if you disagree.

EPISODE ONE... was mostly fine, did a good job making me realize how fucking scary the concept of the Mist actually is, dulled down Gabe Ugliano way down, did something cute with Mythomagic, made a benign and weird decision to insinuate that Percy was considered to be schizophrenic alongside diagnosed ADHD and Dyslexia, skipped out on his previous wacky and unsettling adventures (destroyed a school bus, almost drowned his classmates in a shark tank in the aquarium, accidently) and had a great fight with the Minotaur(the tighty whitey's were stupid tho.) Unfortunately, Episode one foreshadowed that the show was way to into killing tension and not letting it build.

EPISODE TWO...was also fine. Was personally disappointed that Dionysus did not threaten Percy by making him see visions of men going mad and being strangled with vines, but that is 2000% my disappointment, not on the show, (tho I could make the argument why its on the show as a n adaptation.) the introduction of Luke and Annabeth and Clarisse was great. the Camp Half blood set could've been cooler but they'll build on it, (I hope) I'm not particularly disappointed by the removing the tension in the camp while he was staying there or that no one took a knee when he was claimed. Tho I would have appreciated it greatly if the show had nailed the "Oh Fuck" reaction when Percy did get claimed. unfortunately, we spend only one episode that gives a rough summary of what it was like to actually be there.

*unfortunately we really only get The Lightning Thief and The Sea of Monsters to really introduce and get the reader to settle into Camp Halfblood, which means that one season got bungled already

EPISODE THREE...Started to show a few more cracks but was mostly fine. we didnt get to see the bus blow up properly, but okay, they're off the bus now. its cool. Thalia got name dropped. The Show destroyed any and all tension with the team having encountered Medusa's lair by not even letting them slowly figure out just what they walked into. Frankly, this is where I get a little angry, because Riordan wrote one fucking factor built in that wouldn't have allowed our main trio from discovering Medusa immediately. The FUCKING MIST. IT works on Demigods. Our main characters could have been tricked, but apparently Annabeth is too smart. Motherfucker anyone who has read a fucking picture book of greek mythology would know who Medusa is and what her modus operandi is OH I wonder What all these realistic concrete statues of people and MONsters AND NYmphs SIGNIFY YOU FUCKER-

but yeah whatever. Other than that one legitimate critique that I would defend in court this episode was fine, wasn't that impressed with the depiction of Medusa but whatever, great job everyone, I got One reason to fist fight Riordan now.

EPISODE FOUR.....…. Made Me So FUCKING ANGRY LIKE TYOU WOULDNT BELIEVE-

Did it do anything good? St Louis Arch being a modern day Temple was cool. AS an IDEA. Execution was piss bad. ill explain in two seconds. Annabeth and Grover trying to cure Percy with the splish splash was cute. Percy tricking Annabeth was great. Teaching younger viewers that all cops are cunts was awesome. Scobell's underwater acting was cool

Episode Four's list of Crimes are: Disrespecting Thalia Grace before she even has been properly introduced to the audience. Was insulting. don't do it again. Annabeth's understanding of her own mom was sketchy when I first watched it but I was going to let it slide and move on if it wasn't for the bullshit after. The whole conversation with Echidna was a big waste of my fucking time. Fuck all of you. The grand escape from Echidna and her unrevealed creature withering down to our trio WALKING FUCKING WALKING- I hate all of you. The Design of the Chimera. Fuck everyone and everything that is not the fucking Chimera.

Athena being depicted as someone who would punish her own daughter for shit she didn't even do^3 (Percy signed the fucking box, Annabeth isn't the fucking leader of the quest, Athena is the goddess of wisdom, this trio is the best chance of preventing war, its outright stupid to make them die) and withdrawing her protection to let her demigod daughter die...Riordan I'm beating your ass for three rounds. I will drag your ass out of your bed and beat your ass in your own drive way.

Why does this shit make me so mad, You Aren't Asking? I'm glad your not. Not even in Greek Mythology itself is it even the gods MO to make an effort for their Kids to die. if they got killed fair game but to withdraw protection, they didn't fucking do that. Also, if Riordan had wrote this out in any of his novels the story would have been wrenched hard at the really intense repercussions of a god engineering for their child TO DIE.

oh yeah the whole just breathe thing...yeah its fine. not that cool but it was fine.

EPISODE FIVE...yeah it was fine. I wasn't looking forward to the whole Tunnel o' love thing because I didn't particularly enjoy it in the novel but I was pleasantly surprised. the lack of Spiders was okay. the depiction of Ares was okay. I enjoyed the actor. but I do like how Grover faced Ares off cause that shit was really great. Annabeth's rant to Hephaestus doesn't really check out and I'm expecting Hephaestus to call in that favor later. The whole golden chair thing was pretty good, felt like something out of the Heroes of Olympus tbh, except the constant sacrificing is starting to get a little grating. yeah, we know. Its Percabeth. Have some class.

oh yeah, the whole Annabeth's seeing the fates thing …fuck off, its not supposed to be her moment if they did that they better go through with it too because if their going to take Percy and Luke's thing and giving it to Annabeth then these writers better do something with it.

EPISODE SIX...it was okay but kinda boring. I honestly figured that there wasn't going to be a substantial Nico Di Angelo cameo anyway. Annabeth using a prism instead of water was cool. Luke's "old married couple" comment was idiotic. them knowing how the Lotus Casino works is another prime example of the show not letting tension or discovery happen. everybody has to be too smart for simple tricks despite the fact that the simplest tricks are the most effective sometimes. Meeting with Hermes is fine but my main critique here is that they're introducing Luke's shit way too fucking early. Like, if they do this they better go through with this shit i swear to fuck-

The driving was funny.

The Deadline having already passed was a big fucking waste of everyone's fucking time How is that Riordan wrote at Least TEN FUCKING BOOKS USING THE DEADLINE AS AN ESSENTIAL NARRATIVE DEVICE AND SOMEHOW DECIDED TO JUST PISS ALL OVER THIS SIMPLE ASS CONCEPT OVER MY FUCKING LAPTOP SCREEN ARE YOU SHITTING ME. Oh yeah and there were no consequences either. Like remember How it was strongly fucking implied that if Percy failed to return the lightning bolt Zeus was going to fucking kill Percy where he stood? No? like there were consequences to missing that fucking deadline. assholes.

EPISODE SEVEN almost made start swearing out loud in a library.

yeah the groves of Asphodel was an interesting concept for twenty seconds and then shat itself. the design of Cerberus was cute. loved it. The pit to Tartarus was cool. I am not angry that the Underworld did not fit the one I saw in my head because I understand that modern filmmaking is severely allergic to showing any sense of grand mass scale. okay, I'm capable of being gracious. Hades was charming and also a little funny. Poseidon and Sally's flashback scene I'm neutral about. it was done well. I sort of felt something. the actual discussion I have a bone to pick with.

I'm done being gracious. on to the crimes.

I'm in the camp that the Sally-Percy flashback intro was not great for Sally's character. adaptation wise. none adaptation wise? yeah sure the pursuit of parental realism was mediocre but fine. I said earlier that going the route of implying that people thought Percy had schizophrenia wasn't really the best and this is where the show bites itself in the ass. walking into Procrustes's trap already knowing Procrustes's trap was insulting and they didn't have the decency to let Percy do any decapitation. (honestly dude if they had let Percy get out the sword and cut that fucker's head off I would have forgiven this entire episode cause I was starving for action scenes at this point) Kicking Annabeth out for the rest of the episode is a crime but I cant decide if its because its boring or insulting or something else. wasting everyone's fucking time with the fourth pearl is a crime. whoever thought that Riordan was going to "gives a little shred of hope and then snatch it away" are you new here? like, did you just get here? because anyone who has Riordan's number at least subconsciously suspected this was going to be a waste of time.

Hades introduction was a massive fucking crime Adaptation wise. that's not my fucking Hades, I hate this adaptation.

none adaptation wise? a fucking let down for anyone that knows jack shit about mythology and an okay subversion of expectations for anybody that is completely ignorant.

the back and forth dialogue between the Two and Hades was cool tho.

EPSIODE EIGHT. yeah so I didn't know that we were only getting eight episodes total so I actually did have hope until i saw the up next on episode seven and then realized oh we were fucked all the way down. I'm not saying the lightning thief was like the Return of the King but it did have a quite have to wrap up a lot of shit one by one as one reads it.

Percy vs Ares was fine. by this point I didn't really hope for like, a great fight scene, so I'm happy with what we had. Oh yeah by this point I think I made peace with the fact that we weren't going to acknowledge the Nation Wide Man Hunt of Percy Jackson Plotline from the novel because apparently we weren't going to have fun on this show. that shot of Percy going for the deadly slice was great.

oh yeah this episode also confirmed that we weren't going to see any real consequences of missing the deadline anyway. oh sure, you hear about it but that not real effort on the shows part anyway.

Olympus looked nice. the aesthetic of the "throne Room" was kinda nice. rest in peace ceiling of stars you will be missed. ancient thrones was a decent touch. Poseidon and Zeus speaking greek brought joy to my heart. Luke and Percy's training being included at all brought a shred of hope to my asshole heart at this point. Luke's betrayal scene...okay at that point it just felt like we were wrapping all the important shit up. Percy calling Kronos Grandpa was funny. the goodbye between the trio was nice. the final monologue pumped me up a little bit.

Honestly I wanted Zeus to just kill Percy. kid. shut. the. fuck. up. shutupshut up shot the fuck up just kill him. I want you to do it. I want you to fucking kill this kid I'm serious. (live reaction) oh wow you wanted to set up Poseidon taking one for Percy how clever and not a cheap bit for the audience to instantly like Poseidon as the good godly dad instead of the affectionate ambiguity of pride shown in the novel that is maintained through out the novels (on e of the few fucking things that were maintained in those novels honestly). Having the reunion between Sally and Percy be interrupted was bad taste.

I miss the "Luke trying to fucking murder Percy" scene a little bit. Also Percy's line in defense of the gods was so asinine after the second, third, fourth, and fifth, and eight episodes going on and on about how much the gods suck. Annabeth being there is fine but its just one those things that could build towards something new and interesting in following seasons but I wouldn't be surprised if the showrunners don't do anything with that. "the gods

oh yeah, thank you for letting me watch Gabe kill himself instead of watching Sally murder the fucker. not like that was fucking important or anything.

honestly I don't think it would have saved the show that much but I think it would have helped the show a LOT if they had two more episodes, or at least two more episodes worth of time. personally I would put one extra episode for camp halfblood and one extra episode for the ending. at least so we can some immediate backstory of Luke failing his quest if we cant also have the Fucking FBI On Percy's Ass Plotline. (I miss you so much)

the nicest thing I can say about this show is that It makes me want to read the books more and that I need to go read some PJO fanfiction. maybe then I'll calm down. Maybe not.

anyway if any of ya'll wanna fight me on this rundown of succinct critiques I got plenty of free time. you know where the comment section is.

[marvelousrants]

So here is a continuetion of a previous post of mine aka my deaf/mute Apollo au, you can find the 1st part here and 3nd part here

Someone suggested that Apollo was mute in this au as well and definetly like that idea a lot and even if he wasn't mute in this au I would at the very least give him some sort of speach impediment of some sort aka making it a bigger hassle for Apollo to talk and not being able to hear the few words he can manage to get out through stammering would definetly make it ten times harder.

I don't have an physical copy of any of the trials of Apollo books yet so bare with me. But as far as I know the arrow of dodona commuicates with Apollo telepathically and I can definetly imagen Apollo cry tears of joy at being able to hear something other than his own thoughts again and the rest of the time the arrow of dodona might give very rough translations to what other people are saying when Apollo isn't reading their lips or the person isn't writing it down. It might also warn him of some dangers since our dear boy Apollo can't hear.

Also I want to start the story with Meg not knowing any sign lanauge and learning it throughtout the story. On that note Apollo might also cry tears of joy the moment he realizes someone understands sign lanauge.

[wonderland-smile-stories]

~ Chapter 5. 04 ~

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.

All the fire was completely gone now thanks to the sprinkles, but the smell of smoke was still in the air.

I looked around trying to see where the guy had gone. In the distance, I could hear footsteps walking away from here. He's probably going to the stairs again.

Quickly I began to run in the direction of the way we came from. I could just see a glimpse of him before he closed the door to the stairwell behind him. Before I could lose him again I spurted to the door.

When I came into the hall he was already a floor above me.

What the hell!

Why is he so fast!?

Taking a deep breath I began to run up the stairs. Even taking the two stairs at a time, so I could be faster. I saw him going through the door of floor eight when I reached the steps right behind him.

I slipped through the door walking quickly behind him.

"Sir!" I spoke up loud enough for him to hear it, but not loud enough to attract monsters.

I hear him let out a grunt before speaking up.

"Leave."

I rolled my eyes at him still walking behind him.

"You do know monsters are running around here right? I think you can use some backup, with whatever you want to do here." I didn't get an answer from him, but he also didn't tell me to go away.

He stopped at door 802. Yoon-Jae's apartment. To my surprise, he unlocked it and went inside. I wasn't really comfortable with going inside of his apartment.

Who knows what a creep like him is in there? My eyes widened when I began to hear stuff being thrown into the apartment. Taking a deep breath I began to make my way to the door.

Slowly looking inside, scanning the room I saw the man going to drawers and other stuff where things could be hidden. It was clear that he was looking for something.

"People mostly hide things in the open and close to them," I spoke up when I saw him throw stuff to the ground frustrated.

He stood there for a second before walking out of the room passing me. I let out a sigh before I began to follow him.

It must be important to him if he would go so far as to look for it. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw a door that was right next to his apartment.

My head snaps back to the man when I hear keys jingling in his hand while he walks further. That key. Yoon-Jae always has it with him. Playing around with the keychain while he talks to me.

I have heard him talk to the security guard about an extra room he rented in this building.

"Hey!"

The man turned around with a groan.

"Try this door," I comment looking at the door beside me.

The man looked at me confused, but he didn't have anywhere else to look. Coming closer to me and the door he gave me one last look before putting the keys in the door.

We were both surprised when the keys fitted in the lock and heard a clicking noise from it when he turned the keys. Without looking at me he stepped inside, with me following soon after.

We had to push some plastic sheets away that were hanging on the ceiling before we could see the horror that was behind them.

The room was let up in a red tind making the already awful picture on the wall more horrific.

With wide eyes, I look at the walls and see pictures of girls hanging on them. Some were normal, there were even pictures with the girl and Yoon-Jae in them.

It looked innocent until you saw the picture next to it with the body of the girl in it. Picture after picture you saw girls alive before another picture showed them beaten up, bloody, and dead.

With deep breaths, I look around.

All those innocent girls were tortured before being killed by that disgusted asshole. Everything around me seemed to spin the more I looked at the pictures.

My eyes stopped at one particular picture. Not even thinking about what I was doing I grabbed it from the wall to see if it was really the thing I saw.

There was a picture of me.

I was walking into the income hall looking down at my phone. My eyes shot back to the wall scanning to see if there were more of me.

It didn't take me long before I found another one.

Quickly I ripped it from the wall with shaky hands. On it was me standing in front of my apartment about to close the door behind me, with my headset on.

My breath begins the quicken before I look back at the wall.

There was another one, and another.

Picture after picture I ripped them from the wall before looking at them.

They are all from me.

In all the pictures it was me in places I have never seen someone else around. How long had he been following me? I stopped when I saw a picture of me and Eun-yu on the roof. She was doing ballet while I looked at her smiling.

The picture behind it was me with Su-Yeong and Yeong-su. We were walking back to their apartment laughing. Where was he all this time?

I put my hand in my hair pulling a little trying to think where he could have hidden, but nothing came to my mind.

My stomach felt like it was doing flip after flip. This felt like I was back in that awful place.

Again being violated by those disgusting kids and caretaker. I can't stay here any longer. I have to get out. Pushing past the man I ran out of the awful room, falling on my knees a little further in the hall, puking everything out I had last eaten.

The burning sensation in my throat made tears appear in my eyes. I was trying to control my breathing, but it felt like a rock was lying in my chest.

The wetness forming on my forehead and back was running from my body from how warm I was getting. My head shot up when I saw the man walking by me back towards the stairs with clenched fists.

I swear I could hear him muttering 'son of a bitch' when he passed me. I just know that he's going to do something to Yoon-jea the moment he can get his hands on them.

I need to be there before it happens. A part of me wanted to stop him, but another part wanted to watch him suffer for all the things he had done to those girls.

My hand grabbed the wall beside me while I began to stand up leaning on it and my axe for support. My legs wanted to give up, but I didn't let them. Slowly with shaky legs, I began to take steps while holding onto the wall.

Eun-yu had always said that he was weird or a psycho and I don't know if she would be happy that she was right.

I came from behind the corner and saw the man opening the door I wanted to yell wait, but before I could do a monster attacked him.

What seemed to be an old woman with black eyes had jumped on him. Her arms were twice her body size with three long sharp fingers on the end. Without waiting any more time.

I sprint at them swinging my axe in the air before striking it down in her back. It let out an awful scream letting go of the man.

I pulled the ax out letting the monster fall on the ground!

"Go! I'll hold her off!" I yelled at the man pushing him out the door before slamming it shut so he couldn't come back inside.

An awful laugh came from behind me. Quickly I turned around and saw the old lady monster stand back up. Crap.

She swung one of her sharp nails at me but I quickly moved away before swinging my axe down again. She pulled her arm back, but I was lucky that I could strike one of her sharp fingers.

It let out a sharp scream pulling her injured hand to her face. I really pist it off now. Without waiting for her reaction I began to run away.

I need to hide somewhere! I tried some doors, but most of them were locked of course. The moment I wanted to give up and just turn around to fight back I saw a door ajar to my right.

I know damn well that a monster could be hiding in there, but I could also be empty. There wasn't time to think about it. I could already hear the old lady monster running towards me, so I just ran inside pulling the door shut behind me.

With deep breaths, I lean against it listing how the monster stormed by not noticing that have gone in one of the apartments. I let out a deep breath closing my eyes.

Thank god.

Quickly I realized where I was and turned around alarmed that something could be behind me. My eyes scanned the room, but nothing seemed to be there.

Maybe I am alone here.

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Who else was rooting for Sang-wook when he was fighting the creep? Honestly, he deserved a more horrible death than what he got for what he had done!

[byanyan]

@chronal-anomaly sent:ㅤ👫

relationship headcanonsㅤㅤ✧ * º •ㅤㅤaccepting!!

ㅤin the beginning, byan only turned up at lena's flat around once every one to two weeks. their visits (better labeled as break-ins, really) started going up in number as their relationship grew — as lena became a more significant figure in their life, and as byan gradually began to accept this fact. these days, it's actually more surprising if they aren't hanging around. they show up several times a week and usually spend a few of those nights sleeping on her couch.

ㅤon a small handful of occasions, byan has come very close to confessing to lena some of the darker moments in their past. usually brought on by a sullen mood and lowered inhibitions, there have been a few nights where they've been drinking or smoking and, sat upon the couch mindlessly watching tv with lena, the words "i killed a man when i was fourteen" or "one of my foster dads almost killed me when i was ten" have been on the tip of their tongue. they've always swallowed it back down, too afraid to actually say it (they've never told anyone. what if it changes the way she looks at them?), but the temptation to just blurt it out has been very strong.

ㅤlena is perhaps the only person byan will come to for help when they're struggling with reading or writing. it's something that's only started very recently but, since she hasn't made fun of the difficult time they have with something most people can do with ease, they keep coming back when they find themself stuck on something. it's not exclusive to homework, but that is where they do most of their more intensive reading and writing. any time they're frowning at the book in their hands or scowling as they slowly scrawl in a notebook, they inevitably turn to lena and ask her to read a sentence aloud for them, or ask her how to spell something — a lot of the time they'll hand her a finished assignment and ask if she'll proofread it for them. they have a lot of insecurity surrounding their dyslexia so they still hesitate, especially when they're stumbling over something they feel should be easy, but they do overall feel safe in bringing it to lena.

ㅤi'm not saying that byan has been slowly turning lena's couch into their own bed, but... yes i am, that's exactly what i'm saying. over time, they have slowly, piece by piece, been bringing some of their own things from the group home to help them sleep more comfortably whenever they crash at her place. it started with a pillow, because they got tired of using her couch cushions. then it was a fuzzy pink blanket during the winter because they were too cold with her blankets alone (and they like theirs better anyway). finally, it was one of their bigger, softer plushies that they claim is only for decoration, but lena has definitely seen them clutching it in their sleep more than once. all of these items are left at her place, on one end of the couch (sometimes neatly, most of the time haphazardly tossed there), waiting for them the next time they spend the night. and if more blankets and pillows happen to be slowly showing up... so what?

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That's 381 more posts than 2021!

324 posts created (25%)

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Only 10% of my posts had no tags

#peter maximoff - 710 posts

#quicksilver - 689 posts

#xmen - 423 posts

#erik lehnsherr - 243 posts

#magneto - 236 posts

#ralph bohner - 210 posts

#wandavision - 186 posts

#dadneto - 173 posts

#ralph wandavision - 171 posts

#fake pietro - 163 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#my professor didn’t give us a study guide she was like ‘just look over your notes!’ ma’am i have adhd idk what info is most important here

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

look, I hate to say it, but I feel like there’s definitely edgy students at Xavier’s that have crushes on Erik because they hear about him and think he’s this mysterious, suave villain, which definitely means Peter’s heard people swoon over his secret long-lost father, and that is so funny to me

bonus: Raven brings up the fact that she and Erik were a thing once just to see Peter’s reaction xD

392 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

#4

Wanda and Erik are so similar, and poor Peter is the odd one out. I’m just imagining Erik rolling up to Wanda’s house like “get in loser, we’re going on a murder spree” and Peter, who has a strict no-killing policy, is standing in the doorway like “but DAD we never get to do ANYTHING together :(“

401 notes - Posted May 6, 2022

#3

text posts/tweets as xmen/wandavision characters except it’s 99% Peter Maximoff

Edit: part 2 is here!

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490 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

#2

thinking about the Percy Jackson show that’s being made right now, and as someone who was obsessed with those books for years and then got late-diagnosed with ADHD and a learning disability (Dyscalculia), I really hope that the show actually shows how Percy struggles amongst his peers before coming to camp. I expect that the show will portray the positive aspects of neurodivergence since it’s so tied to all the character’s powers in the books (like Dyslexia being because their brains are hardwired for reading ancient Greek)--and I’m excited about that!--but I would also love to see the struggle that comes with being ND and not ever fully assimilating with NT peers. 

give me a Percy Jackson who gets kicked out of school not just because he acts out or has unexplained incidents with his powers, but who struggles in school and has to repeat a grade or two because his Dyslexia is so bad. A Percy whose teachers don’t believe him when he says he’s really trying because his grades are straight D’s and F’s despite his best efforts. A Percy who is a loyal and eager friend but doesn’t always understand NT communication and doesn’t realize when he takes his sarcasm and joking too far and gets shunned for it. A Percy who, at the tender age of twelve, is totally burnt out because no one knows what to do with him, who has awful self-esteem because he’s been told his whole life that he’s failing, who believes he wasted his potential already, but whose mom is kind and understanding and fiercely defensive of him to the rest of the world because she knows her child is worth so much more than his ability to fit in or get good grades. A Percy who comes to camp and is suddenly surrounded by people just like him, who excels in battle and finds friends who just get him, who slowly relearns who he is and what he’s capable of, learning that his struggles can be strengths sometimes, and finding confidence and acceptance through this community in a way that he’s never had before. 

627 notes - Posted June 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

the little :] face Peter makes when he first sees Erik in the Pentagon reblog if you agree

634 notes - Posted May 15, 2022

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For Ro for the OC ask meme: 2, 6, 11, 18, 21

In which Garbria learns that I will totally answer old ask games whenever XD

2. what sort of music would they like? have you thought about what genres or bands do they lean towards? do they have a favorite song?

Rosea is definitely not the sort to listen to music unless she's studying. She's probably got a bunch of random song that have slowly amassed in a handful of playlists that she chooses randomly, but almost certainly there aren't many Top Charts on them. Probably a fair amount of Dad Rock and Punk, gained through spending too much time with the bros, and some eclectic classical. She can't stand anything with a repetitive chorus, though, as she's prone to earworms and the really repetitive songs make her near murderous.

Naturally, Prompto has some songs he's learned not to sing around her unless he wants to get hit.

6. how do they wear their hair? do they care a lot how their hair looks?

Long and up. In a ponytail, mostly, because that's the easiest, but always pulled back in some way unless she is sleeping. Its a habit born from the combination of always feeling like she needs to be 'ready' in case of an emergency, pure practicality, and the fact that Cor was never very good about remembering to get her hair cut as a kid. She'll get it cut (or cut it herself if she's really tired and desperate for control at 3am), but always keeps it at ponytail-length.

11. what do they have in common with you? how are they different? would you get along with them?

Rosea is, extremely self-admittedly, a self-insert wish-fulfillment. At least, that's how she and a lot of her personality got started. These days she's sort of taken on her own life, as happens when you have a complicated plot with other characters to play off of.

As a rule, the more flippant things (favorite color, preferred foods, allergies, certain mental disorders that I couldn't write around if I tried *cough* ADHD *cough* edit: also dyslexia, since I wrote 'tired' by accident) are all from me.

We do, however, make extremely different life decisions and that's where she's really become her own person. I'm cautious by nature. I don't take extreme leaps because I sit and consider all the possible outcomes until I'm blue in the face. Rosea considers the possible outcomes, but she also has the teenage 'invincibility' syndrome I never had. She fucks around and finds out.

I think we'd get along reasonably well, assuming I could convince her I was a safe person. She'd probably get fed up with me 'parenting' her, though, so I would rank like Nyx in her mind. Okay to be around, but stupid and hover-y. ("I just want what's best for you, you dumb girl!" - I say, being the one causing all her problems)

18. their opinion on lying, stealing, and killing?

If she can justify it, she'll do it. And she's very good at justifying. That said, killing is one of those things that are always against her natural instincts. She can only be convinced to do it if there is either no better option, or she's ordered too. Self defense, for some reason, doesn't count as killing in her mind, however.

21. their favorite place to be?

Depending on the point in her life; either in Noct's apartment or in her own. Somewhere quiet and safe from expectation.

Thanks for the asks <3

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Q1. What inspired you to write the fic this way?

I came back to Blessed By Khonshu, My Son Comes Back to Me after the death of my dad and the loss of myself during those two years of doing care work, I did not for myself, I pushed my thoughts, my feelings downward just did what I was told.

The day of my father's death...I knew something was up, I felt something was wrong as my sister and her boyfriend was over; but nobody was telling me anything. I just went about my day as usual. I made brownies at the say so of my Aunt because my sister was deeply upset. They wouldn't even allow me to go into his room. It was until the evening that I pressed my aunt on it; but she didn't give me a straight answer; I wasn't getting her subtext, I'm actually autistic and one of my challenges is not picking up on social cues; so my mom came in and I screamed at her wanting to know WTF; she finally told me that my father was dying. Not even an hour later, my father died.

It was the worse kind of ableism; infantilization. it came from my mom. She withheld information and made a decision for me. I'd never been so angry and enraged in my life. I find myself not wanting to forgive her. It hurt and cut so deep.

I just felt like I didn't matter. Afterwards, things came out my grandmother treated my dad like shit along with her other children and fucked them big time; she just didn't care and because of my dad's dyslexia he was illiterate (this is pre-ADA). It made a lot of things make sense growing up and how my Dad barely interacted with my grandmother and grandfather; I don't blame him.

I wanted just to write a novel to vent my frustrations; so I chose this one. It started off as quick writing style not as intensive as The God and The Thief to keep people happy while I wrote that and it slowly starting becoming more and more important in my life and so the writing style became fuller.

Q2. What scene did you first put down?

The first scene that I put down was chapter 1, it OG was posted on Tumblr after an emotional breakdown that I had during my Gender & Globalization class; I was not in a good place emotionally. I had to write something dark, so I stayed up until 2 AM to write it.

Q9. Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

I would have to say there is some cross pollination between versions of En Sabah Nur in my fics.

But there are alternate versions of scenes like when Sabah Nur is connecting to the world through electronics. I was going to write a page just seeing all things he gets into like hacking all the universities in the world and getting the world's history; language files, breaking into Boeing, Raytheon and defense industry forcing them to go congress to explain what secrets got out; shutting down and causing a fire in a Trask industry production plant and shutting down a vital important part that came from Denmark so basically all his electronics and Trask industry filing for bankruptcy; shutting down pipelines in the US; shutting down trains in the Soviet Union; nearly causing black outs and watching all old documentary and broadcasts and tv shows and basically turn ALL TVs on.

Chapter 6 was OG chapter 3.

Like had planned on Erik leaving in chapter 3 (I was going to add an extra scene where he is packing up)

Charles going into Cerebro again and but unable to find Peter and going through his connection the Scotland meadows (chapter 5), however Sabah Nur laid a trap for Charles. Which makes sense with the arrow description in chapter 6. Charles's powers being de-buffed; it nearly kills him; Cerebro destroyed; Erik senses something wrong goes into rescues him and Charles wakes up that night with Erik next to him (he still DEEPLY cares about Charles).

What I have planned is more absolutely terrifying of what Sabah Nur can do. THERE Is a FUCKING reason why En Sabah Nur is considered a god. It makes him FUCKING TERRIFYING.

Charles contacting Raven on an brick phone to see if she can find Peter, waking her up in the middle of the night.

In chapter 5 that OG was Peter stirring the pot between (under Sabah Nur's control; Charles contacting him with Cerebro) Charles and Erik of one another's jealously and it was going to end with Peter losing hope and knowing no one is coming to save him. Peter needs more agency.

Then I made another twist after listening Both Reached for the Gun Chicago (Musical) ; its foreshadowed in beginning, its practically telegraphed.

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